Tennis: I have inherited the king's legacy and I am invincible

In the rest area, Keigo Atobe's eyes were fixed on the glaring "3-0" on the scoreboard. His face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, so gloomy that water seemed to drip from it.

Although he had an overwhelming lead in the score, he was still angry and confused about the unspeakable behavior of his opponent, Irie Kanata.

At this point in the game, any bystander could easily notice that there was a huge gap between the true strength of Irie Kanata, the U17 standout, and his performance on the field.

The consecutive double faults seemed particularly abrupt on the court, like flaws deliberately left in a carefully choreographed script.

At this moment, Atobe's facial expression was almost out of control, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, which was an incredible reaction to the scene before him.

According to his understanding, any U17 player would be able to perform well on the court just now, but at this moment, Irie Kanata seemed like a different person. Those serves that should have been accurate and correct, were filled with mistakes one after another, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

Recalling every detail of the three games just now, Atobe's heart was burning with anger.

Every mistake made by Irie Kanata seemed so deliberate and illogical, as if he was constantly testing Atobe in an almost provocative way.

"This guy is definitely acting!" Atobe finally couldn't hold back his inner anger and growled through gritted teeth.

Although his voice was soft, it was filled with uncontrollable anger and unwillingness.

In his opinion, such behavior is not only an insult to the opponent, but also a disrespect to the sport of tennis.

He could not accept or forgive Irie Kanata for so blatantly trampling on the fairness and sanctity of the competition.

(Tianyu: Come on, I still don’t understand you?)

Well, in fact, it was Keigo Atobe's majesty as the emperor of junior high school tennis that would arouse the most intense anger deep in his heart once he was provoked in any form by outsiders.

This is not just a battle of victory or defeat in a game, but also a battle to defend his supreme throne!

(Tianyu: Atobe, you are indeed a bit of a middle school student)

He, Keigo Atobe, a king who is accustomed to controlling the overall situation and giving appropriate "gifts" to his opponents in any arena, when has he ever accepted the opponent's seemingly merciful but actually contemptuous "letting go"?

In his eyes, such behavior was tantamount to a blatant trampling on the dignity of the emperor and a great disregard for his unparalleled strength and talent.

Therefore, when this anger surged in his heart like a volcano, Tebe had secretly decided that he would give it his all in the second half!

He wants everyone to witness what the true wrath of an emperor is and what the insurmountable peak of tennis is!

……

As the game entered Irie Kanata's serve, he slowly hit the tennis ball towards Atobe's half of the court with a seemingly ordinary posture.

However, at this moment, the air seemed to freeze and time seemed to stand still.

Atobe Keigo's facial expression instantly became as cold as ice, with a determination that was almost indifferent.

Just as everyone was holding their breath, a shocking scene took place.

Several crystal clear icicles appeared out of thin air around Irie Kanata.

These icicles flashed with a dim light, giving Irie Kanata a sense of unease.

"You have so many weaknesses that I can hardly bear to look at them, Irie-senpai."

Atobe's voice was cold and magnetic, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a hint of dominance.

"Let me see which weak spot of yours I can hit with less effort."

After saying that, Atobe's eyes suddenly focused, as if he had already secured victory.

He casually stared at one of the icicles, and then saw a tennis ball seemed to be given life, cutting through the air at an astonishing speed and hitting the icicle with absolute precision.

With a crisp cracking sound, the icicle fell down, and at the same time, it also announced that Atobe had easily obtained this point.

"15-0, Atobe is leading." The referee's voice sounded at the right time.

However, for Atobe Keigo, this was just the beginning. He raised a narcissistic and confident smile and spoke slowly.

"How's it going? Are you already captivated by my wonderful ball skills?"

There was a gleam in Irie Kanata's eyes, as if he had discovered some rare treasure. He thought to himself, "Sure enough, this kid also possesses that extraordinary talent."

"That amazing insight is simply a talent born for tennis."

His heart was full of recognition for Keigo Atobe's talent, but this recognition was also mixed with a subtle hint of fighting spirit.

But he also has amazing insight.

And he believed that his insight was no less than anyone else's, including Keigo Atobe who was standing opposite him at that moment.

So, in the following games, Irie Kanata began to "arrange" the direction of the game intentionally or unintentionally.

He used his rich experience and superb skills to cleverly set traps and guide the rhythm of the game.

However, Atobe had not expected this at all, and he had no idea that he had fallen into Irie's trap.

As the game progressed, Atobe gradually got into the groove and quickly widened the score to "5-0" with an overwhelming advantage.

However, even with such an advantage, Atobe Keigo did not relax at all.

He knew very well that Irie Kanata was no ordinary person, and that his deep eyes concealed a strength that had not yet been revealed.

His intuition told him that the strength displayed by Irie Kanata at this moment was far from his full potential.

At this time, Irie Kanata was not discouraged by the score deficit.

On the contrary, he became even more excited because he knew that the real game was about to begin.

……

Irie's serve was another mediocre one.

Atobe sneered and prepared to use the Ice World again.

The icicles fell on Irie Kanata's half of the court again, and Atobe's eyes turned cold, and he was about to hit the tennis ball at one of the icicles again.

However, an accident happened, and all the icicles around Irie Kanata shattered by themselves.

Of course, Atobe knew what this meant. Irie Kanata actually had no weaknesses at all!

He could only make a hasty move and hit the tennis ball towards the opponent.

Irie Kanata laughed mockingly and said, "What will it feel like to be defeated by your own ultimate move? I'm really looking forward to it!"

Immediately afterwards, in front of Atobe's horrified gaze, a large number of icicles appeared around him, instantly shining with a cold light.

Those were his weaknesses, and they were exposed to Irie Kanata so unreservedly!

Atobe felt scared instinctively.

With Irie Kanata's casual swing of the racket, Atobe lost the point without surprise.

"0-15, Irie leads."